Josephine had always known how to adapt, to mold herself to the desires of her clientele. The Velvet Rose Court was a far cry from the dingy brothels she once worked in, and though the elegance was a welcome change, the arrogance of the men who frequented this establishment often left a sour taste in her mouth. But she was a professional, and she never let her true feelings show.

Tonight, Mistress had informed her, she would be entertaining a particularly esteemed guest. She was prepared for the usual pompousness, but as the door opened and the man stepped in, she felt a flicker of genuine surprise. The nobleman who entered had the kind of looks that seemed plucked from the pages of a novel—a face that could have easily inspired Wilde's Dorian Gray. His features were sharp, almost ethereal, with a striking symmetry that caught the light just so.

As Mistress made the introduction, Josephine effortlessly slipped into her role. She rose gracefully from the red chaise, her white silken gown whispering against the pink plush carpet, and curtsied with a practiced elegance.

"Good evening, my lord," she purred, allowing her voice to wrap around the words like velvet. Her eyes, dark and mysterious, lifted to meet his gaze with an intensity that promised both pleasure and discretion. "I am Josephine, here to serve you tonight. Tell me what you desire, and I shall make it so."